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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 4832785" data-attributes="member: 60965">Session 20, Part 9  Knight-Sergeant Trayson was nervous.  They hadn't seen that elven wizard since the night before, but he had proven he could turn invisible so not seeing him didn't mean anything.  Mages had always unsettled him, even the Silver Wizard that was accompanying him.  That much raw power in any one man's hands... The Captain told him not to worry, that one of them had probably got him with that last volley of arrows they had fired, but Trayson wasn't so sure. “Keep an eye on those hills, Jothan,” he said, turning around in his saddle as he rode.  “Keep your crossbow ready, I think we haven't seen the last of that wizard.” “You're just paranoid Sarge,” Jothan said.  “It's just being rearguard, I know it keys me up some times.” “No, seriously Jothan, the Captain didn't take that wizard seriously enough,” he said.  He glanced up the column where the Captain and the Silver Wizard were holding a hushed discussion near the wagon.  “Who knows what he's capable of.” “Well, if he's as powerful as you seem to think, why hasn't he just killed us all already?” Jothan made a dramatic hand motion.  “He'll do what, just wave his hand and-” The column ahead of them detonated in two nearly-simultaneous balls of fire, the force of the blasts throwing Jothan and Trayson off their horses.  Trayson rose to his hands and knees and looked around in a daze.  A dwarf was straddling Rochan and was denting his armor with his fists.  The only other Knight still ahorse was slumped over the saddle, half-a-dozen arrows punched through his armor. Trayson staggered to his feet and grabbed Jathon's arm, dragging him towards some brush.  Behind them, the wagon had disintegrated and unnatural purple smoke was swirling about the area.  Trayson pulled Jothan's helmet off and checked his vitals.  Jothan was alive, but barely. He looked back up and saw horror.  The still-burning bodies of his comrades and even their horses were rising with terrible moans.  The dwarf stood up and glanced at the rising dead almost casually.  He made a hand motion towards the hills then sauntered towards the walking dead.  Hindered by their armor and barding, the dead knights and their mounts shambled awkwardly towards him.  He ran around them, keeping just out of their reach.  They bunched up, tripping and falling over each other in their mindless attempts to get to him.  Any that started to wonder off were almost instantly taken down by a rapid-fire volley of arrows. Then, the dwarf suddenly sprinted away and another twin-blast enveloped the undead horde.  When the smoke cleared again, they all lay still, smoking and smoldering. Trayson had seen more than enough.  He hefted Jothan onto his shoulders and, crouched low behind the brush, slipped into the hills. Screw the contract, he thought.  There's nothing that's worth trying to fight that. *** “Well, that went well,” Kormak said, nudging the still burning body of a horse with his foot.  “Those were some pretty impressive fireworks.” Suniel shook his head, his expression grim.  “I finally managed to piece those spells back together.  I hoped I'd never have to use them.” “I hope you never use them on me,” Kormak said.  “There's not much left of these guys.” “At least those gems won't be getting to whoever it is that wanted them,” Harold said, returning to his bow to his quiver as he approached.  “That's all that matters.” “Maybe not,” Suniel said.  “Let's head a bit further up the road and see if we can't find who they were delivering them to.  I didn't want to have to kill these people, but as long as I had to do this, I'd like to find who was ultimately responsible.” “On that, at least, we agree,” Harold said, glancing up the road.  “There's no time to wait then.”“Once we bury these people you mean,” Suniel said, casting a cold glance at Harold. “Burying them will take too much...” Harold met Suniel's gaze and glanced at the bodies.  “Yes, once we bury them, of course.”</blockquote>

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